We had a fabulous first week of Spring Break then the second week went downhill. We had a couple of outings planned (zoo, park with friends, playdates...) but mostly we all sat around grumpy as can be watching tv all day and not getting dressed until after noon. By Saturday I had to ground myself from going with the family to the neighbor's birthday party because I was such a grouch. I stayed home and cried in bed because this baby is giving me the emotions of a 16 year old girl and because I was guilt stricken since all I do is yell at the kids. By Sunday we were all counting down the days until school started on Tuesday (the kids had decided I wasn't too much fun to be around either), but Monday morning I had a change of heart. The weather was gorgeous enough to distract the kids from "Arthur" and we headed out back with our bed head hair and milk stained pajamas. We cracked open the bubbles from the birthday party that I had banned myself from, then me, my enlarged womb and my zoom lens plopped down on a patio chair and soaked in the sun while my cute kiddos surrounded themselves with bubbles. Then I realized lazy mornings aren't so bad, why am I in such a rush to send them back to school? So what if I have to drag 3 kids on marathon grocery shopping trips, it's worth it if we can have days like this. So we went through 6 bottles of bubbles, jumped in the pool, had friends over and rode our bikes to the park. Maybe we will survive summer break afterall, and I just think we may even enjoy it.
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